The parts I’ve left untouchedare getting closer,closer,closer. If I let them livethen I must dieand I’m not quite readyto shine lighton the shadows of my heart.
Foresting
It stands to reasonMother Earth never intended for wildfires in their heat and their rage,to be the main attraction. For it is their ashes,the fertile by-product,that will feed new life. Likewise, then, my heartas it swells upand into my mind,is building new channels,new awakenings,making forestsout of my pain.
True Birth Weight
Let your lifetime erodeyour superficialityyour weights and measuresyour black and white thinkingyour duality. Let your body return to dust,not of the Earthbut of the starsSo that when you are born again,they will measure your sparkle,forgetting the cold, meaninglesscounter scale in the corner.
A lesson for the early bird’s soul
We must be cautious of judginganother’s slumberfor we know not of their rhythms,circadian or otherwise.We awake at our own pace,in our own divine timing. Death does not have to be the browbeating boss, chastising us for a minute’s tardiness.Early bird, please remember:no matter when we awakenthe worms we need will be therenourishing out bones without …
Nature’s Song
Perhaps the worm knowsthe songbird’s decaying boneswill feed her own daughtersfor generations to come. Maybe she willingly sacrifices herselfto its melody:A cadence we all knowbut choose to forget.
Lunar Freedom
I pity the girl who danced to your rhythmsthinking it was she who created the beat. Your dance is unsafe, unsettling. On a new moon I drift away silently,using the dark to my advantage.Farewell you who once knew me,a stranger to me now.By the full moon you’ll be howling,your outbursts mimicking the tides. I twirl …
Weeping on a Clear Day
Grief is not limited to the months After funerals. The psychic corpses that litter my mind outweigh the physical corpses I have held in my hands. These corpses can include — Letting go of the sister I always wanted First years of life stolen by depression No soft hands on my back as a child …
When You Are Thirsty
Like a new day dawning Morning dew glistening The rainbows of light glimmer through my windows at sunrise I take a deep breath I exhale I am at peace To dance wildly and intimately With my pain As it continues to haunt me As it pounds on my door, And to know truly It is …
Patchwork Patterns
Patchwork Patterns I once told a wise woman about some unhealthy patterns I’d fallen into. A week later she came back with this: instructions to draw straight lines, then curvy lines, then circles, then stars. “Just follow what your hand wants to do.” So I did. It was chaos.Then she told me to look at …
My Spirit Does the Heavy Lifting
There are but 2 people with whom I trust my darkness. When I am in that fitful state I have come to know As I thumb through that list Looking for someone to call My name does not appear. The I that is entangled In he said/she said, Judgment, Loneliness, 1 am thoughts racing in …